“Not a bit. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers.
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